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  I lost my hand in an accident

Down in et old coal mine.

And now I can’t afford too eat. They treat us poor like swine.

I wander round et roads and streets Where us childer used to play.

And as I walk ahm wonderin’

Where I’ll get fed t’day.

Yet I know there’s magic for I saw Ten thousand angels filled with joy

Their voices ,soft like molten gold, Just as the Bible had foretold.

I saw three Shepherds cross our street

Though us folk have no flocks of sheep.

I saw three Magi comin’ here

They were stood right over there. One had gold and one had myrrh, Frankincense the third King bore.

As I’ve no job to tie me down

I followed them to Bethlehem town. And in a manger lay the Christ,

As round the world,your rich men diced.

Mary touched my wounded soul. Jesus’ life has made me whole You see a tramp beg in your Malls, You don’t see Jesus Christ at all. Yet I, a tramp,a worthless man, Have seen the heart of Bethlehem